The crew was off school last week, and just like last year, we made an expedition into Vermont.
The falls over the dam at Quechee are stunning right now, pure energy, loud and a bit frightening, really.
That's a long winter's worth of snow on its way out.
See: snow's gone.
What else? Gardening, or more precisely, the necessary prelude to it - the big clean-up. Grit swept off the drive, sticks off the lawn, the last of the leaves raked and bundled into the woods. Got a bit of a lecture from the therapist who's looking after my wrist, for overdoing it with the rake. (Fair to note that he was sporting blister-covering band-aids himself? Pot, kettle, black? On the other hand, he's not the one with the broken arm on the mend.)
Thirteen's birthday wrapped up the long run of cakes and candles (four family birthdays since February) with moment of drama: tall candles, long hair, and a too-close encounter while making a wish. (No damage done, thankfully. The fire went right out.)
Daffodils are opening while a few crocus still linger. It's spring all at once.
This is supposed to be "Itzim," a cyclamen-type with an orange center. The petals are starting to get swoopy as they should, but the trumpets haven't colored up noticeably yet. Have to wait and see. "Jack Snipe" is due next.
What's missing? A knitting project. I logged a few rounds at most on the blue stripy sock - but the search for a good spring project is on: paging through books and magazines, poking around in the (small) stash, pouring over Ravelry. (Suggestions welcome!)